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A day of grading essays
Feb. 4th, 2006 11:50 pmSo I am done with the essay grading contest thing...at least for a few weeks. o.O If my mom's team makes it to regionals (or whatever the next level up is...it's late and i have very little sleep in ye olde Liz), she'll need me and my fam again for more essay grading. Most of the essays today chose a topic about Martin Luthor. And, yes, some people got Martin Luthor confused with Martin Luthor King Jr. I got a whole five page or so essay about how horrible the segregation of water fountains was in the Renaissance. My dad got an interesting essay which was all about how Martin Luthor had to fight an evil king. Very interesting story, very little reality. There was one essay in particular that I couldn't help jotting down a quote from: "...the corporeal deity that could denounce one of his manhood." I have NO idea what that means, in context or out of it.
Another important anecdote: I was supposed to meet Maggie outside her school at aprox 3:10 on Friday. She owns a cell phone but never has it on or with her. This causes untold amounts of trouble all the time yet she refuses to mend her evil ways. So, on Friday, I was trying to get in contact with her to tell her I was running a little bit late. After trying her phone (ha!), I tried my brother and mother's. Neither answered, and I was almost halfway there when my mom returned the call. She wanted to make an outing herself, so I filled her in on the Maggie sitch and she decided to pick me up en route and then drop by Maggie's school for her. We get there and I run in to ask a security guard if he happens to know if Ms. Solberg (ooooh how official) has already left. He tells me that she hasn't and she's probably on the third floor (no elevators). I run up, around the entire floor, and down again without finding her. My mom and I both assume she has forgotten by this point and head home. As I open the gate to our backyard, I hear a very ornery Maggie-voice magically coming from the sky above me as she shouts "Bessie!!" I look up and what do I behold but my very own, very sophisticated sister in all her Banana Republic finery on the roof of our shed glaring at me with every ounce of her being. "Where are you?!" she demanded. It turned out that she had walked all the way home and then realized she was sans keys and sans cellphone. Unlike normal people, she thought the best idea would be to climb up on the roof and NOT to go find a payphone and call a number she knows by heart. So, she had been on the roof, tapping at my bedroom window, assuming I was still asleep and/or refusing to answer the doorbell. When she heard the gate open, she thought I was LEAVING, not ENTERING. Hence the anger. Needless to say, this has gone onto the Maggie Hall o'Shame.
Now I am tired as ... I cannot think of an appropriate simily. THAT is how tired I am.
Another important anecdote: I was supposed to meet Maggie outside her school at aprox 3:10 on Friday. She owns a cell phone but never has it on or with her. This causes untold amounts of trouble all the time yet she refuses to mend her evil ways. So, on Friday, I was trying to get in contact with her to tell her I was running a little bit late. After trying her phone (ha!), I tried my brother and mother's. Neither answered, and I was almost halfway there when my mom returned the call. She wanted to make an outing herself, so I filled her in on the Maggie sitch and she decided to pick me up en route and then drop by Maggie's school for her. We get there and I run in to ask a security guard if he happens to know if Ms. Solberg (ooooh how official) has already left. He tells me that she hasn't and she's probably on the third floor (no elevators). I run up, around the entire floor, and down again without finding her. My mom and I both assume she has forgotten by this point and head home. As I open the gate to our backyard, I hear a very ornery Maggie-voice magically coming from the sky above me as she shouts "Bessie!!" I look up and what do I behold but my very own, very sophisticated sister in all her Banana Republic finery on the roof of our shed glaring at me with every ounce of her being. "Where are you?!" she demanded. It turned out that she had walked all the way home and then realized she was sans keys and sans cellphone. Unlike normal people, she thought the best idea would be to climb up on the roof and NOT to go find a payphone and call a number she knows by heart. So, she had been on the roof, tapping at my bedroom window, assuming I was still asleep and/or refusing to answer the doorbell. When she heard the gate open, she thought I was LEAVING, not ENTERING. Hence the anger. Needless to say, this has gone onto the Maggie Hall o'Shame.
Now I am tired as ... I cannot think of an appropriate simily. THAT is how tired I am.
